It was about a week or so ago that I was out shopping fully consumed by my stresses and worries. As I was leaving the super market, a man (aged 30 at most) on the street looked up at me, he didn’t look particularly sad or happy.
I had this urge to start a conversation with him but I didn’t really know what to say. I walked over to him, fumbled in my pocket for change to add to his collection, said ‘Have a nice day’ and that was it.
As I walked away I wondered if I should have said something else instead, given him more money or even bought him food.
It’s just over a week later and I’m still thinking about the man on the street. I wonder what has/will become of him. I know he is not alone but yet he seemed so significant.